Song Heping watched the other party calmly, judging from the way he spoke roughly what his ancestral ho was, which local dialect he used more often when speaking, and which particular words were more commonly used in his spoken language habits.
"Don't get agitated," Song Heping felt it necessary to calm the guy down in front of him; otherwise, a long-term conversation for impersonation would be impossible, so he consoled, "A person like you who has told everything is of no value to the US Army. As long as the operation ends, they probably won't kill you, but they might throw you in Guantanamo or hand you directly over to their DEA. Don't worry, drug cris don't have the death penalty on that side, at most you'll be locked up for ten or eight years, so just consider yourself lucky!"
Upon hearing Song Heping's words, Han Fei stopped sniffling imdiately.
"Really?"
"Why would I lie to you?"
"Thank you so much, brother!"
As Han Fei spoke, he reached out to grab Song Heping's hand to express his gratitude.
The guard standing by reacted by stepping forward and swatting Han Fei on the back with a baton.
With a wail, the man rolled from the chair onto the ground, howling more piteously than a pig on a butcher's block.
Song Heping thought to himself that this guy might not actually be stupid; rather, it was the emotion, atmosphere, and tornt he had endured since coming here that prevented his brain from thinking straight, which was why he seed so idiotic.
Since they were speaking in Chinese, Thom, who was by their side, had to remind them, "Why aren't you speaking in English?"
Song Heping smiled and responded to Thom in English, "Because his native language is Chinese."
Thom imdiately felt a bit embarrassed; he was the one who had asked Song Heping to be precise in his impersonation, so of course speaking in Chinese was alright.
After entering Golden Star Moon territory, it was Rabbani who knew English who was in charge of translation, so Song Heping didn't need to understand the local language.
"Let's continue in English."
Thom still wanted to be in control of the content of the conversation.
"Okay, we'll use English, whatever you say," Song Heping obliged.
Song Heping had roughly figured out Han Fei's general character traits, tone of speech, and manner of speaking.
Actually, the difficulty of impersonation wasn't high this ti around because aside from Adrian and Rabbani, the contact, no one knew him.
The Revolutionary Brigade's Azhar and Hula only knew that Han Fei was Chinese; they had never even seen his photo, so it wouldn't be too difficult for him to impersonate.
The most important thing was the linking of details in the operation.
After entering the Golden Crescent area, one wrong step could lead to the failure of the operation.
The ISA's support and evacuation plan was one thing, but you couldn't completely rely on and trust these guys; between him and Avanti, they had their own plan, and in order to successfully complete the mission, Song Heping had even devised a plan just for him and Mist.
As for whether it would succeed or not, they would ultimately have to leave it to luck.
ISA had already captured Rabbani's uncle's family, and the results of their reversion operation would probably co within two or three days.
Whether it was successful or not would directly determine whether the operation could continue.
As soon as Niki notified him to set off, that would an their reversal had succeeded.
On the fourth day at the camp, Niki sent soone to call for Song Heping and Mist, saying there was an urgent matter.
"Looks like we're setting off," Song Heping said to Mist after the summoning soldier had left, "Get ready, we're about to risk our lives."
"Song, I have good news and bad news, which do you want to hear first?"
"The good news first, then the bad news."
"I made a bet with Niki last night."
"What bet?"
"The bad news is, I bet her whether I could complete the mission and co back alive. If I make it back alive, she agreed to do one thing for . She agreed without hesitation. Seeing how readily she agreed, I think we're facing great danger this ti, probably because she also thinks we won't make it back."
"Fuck, you gambled on that? Then what's the good news?"
"The good news is that she agreed to ."
"Fuck! That's it?"
"Of course that's it, what else? She agreed, man!"
"..."
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